Chen Zhipeng was in a very high mood today. When he returned to the backyard, he smelled of alcohol and had a faint trace of lipstick on his clothes.
Mrs. Chen was about to reprimand, but after remembering Song Jinyin she met today, she lowered her voice.
"Okay, but what did you say?"
That Song Jinyin looks good. If she is someone who has been taken into the backyard by the prince, she might be able to learn something about the prince's preferences. If not, she can also be coaxed and pulled over to leave a way out.
"How can it be so fast?"
Chen Zhipeng recalled the scene he saw at the alley and felt warm.
Just thinking about robbing people with Pei Yanzhou is exciting.
"Give me something to eat! Your father has been attaching great importance to your second brother recently. He even asked your aunt a few more questions. If you can find an opportunity to get involved with the heir apparent, when you step into the officialdom, this friendship will definitely become a part of your life. With great help, are you afraid that you won’t be able to compete with a bastard when the time comes?”
"I know, I know."
Chen Zhipeng said a few perfunctory words, and after persuading Mrs. Chen to leave, he went to the newly bought maid's house.
...
Early the next morning, Song Jinyin opened her eyes in the heat.
She was held in Pei Yanzhou's arms.
In front of him was the man's hard chest, with a faint fragrance of cold bamboo, and above him was the protruding Adam's apple and the sharp lines of his jaw.
The room was so quiet that every sound of breathing was like amplified thunder, leaving Song Jinyin at a loss and unable to react for a moment.
Pei Yanzhou actually slept in her room all night.
The body is a little stiff.
The man didn't even open his eyes, he just held her hand tightly and said in a hoarse, low voice, unbelievably soft, "I'll take a bath today and get up later."
Song Jinyin just looked up at him.
Pei Yan Zhousheng is good-looking, even if he is usually sharp, he can't hide his handsomeness.
After following her own will for a moment, Song Jinyin looked back.
If it had been earlier, such intimacy might have given her some faint joy.
But now that things have come to a point, she won't let herself have even the slightest inappropriate thought.
Especially last night he brought back such a strong feminine scent.
After a moment of silence, when she could no longer bear this posture, Pei Yanzhou finally moved.
Ru Mo's eyes opened, and everything was clear inside.
Outside the house was Butler Wang, who was waiting for her to drink the medicine. Hearing the movement inside, he hurriedly brought things in carefully.
Song Jinyin had already stood up to serve. Butler Wang hesitated for a moment, and while she was soaking the handkerchief inside, he asked in a low voice: "Master, do you want Miss Jinyin to drink this medicine?"
The man looked at the bowl of black concoction for a moment, and then his thin lips moved, his eyes were cold and silent, and his words contained a warning.
"Don't ask a second time."
The handkerchief in her hand was warm, and Song Jinyin squeezed it hard.
After she finished speaking, she put the veil into the water again, gently untied the folds on it, wrung it out again with both hands, and sent it out.
as usual.
There was a moment of pity in Butler Wang's eyes, and when he looked over, it was like a sharp knife slicing through it, which was painful and embarrassing.
But Song Jinyin always lowered her eyebrows and showed no unnecessary expression.
The last thing she needs is pity, this kind of thing that makes people weak and useless.
Thanks to her good health, Song Jinyin spoke indifferently.
"I don't have the prince's clothes here, so I can't help him change his clothes."
Pei Yanzhou watched her become colder little by little, and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into questions again.
"Don't you plan to be on duty today?"
Perhaps knowing that he would ask this, Song Jinyin spread her hands.
The wound was stained with water when he twisted the scarf just now, and now it looked a little more ferocious.
"I don't want to be lazy, but the prince never likes useless people. I can't make any difference if I'm by your side."
"Song Jinyin, enough is enough."
Pei Yanzhou looked calm, as if he had understood her intention, and his voice was deep: "I walked out of your room today. Your status in the Duke's Mansion is the same as that of a concubine, so don't provoke me, Song Jinyin."
"Your Majesty, do you want me to be grateful?"
Song Jinyin took half a step back and suppressed the water in her eyes.
These illusory things have always been just shackles to her.
Whether it's a bed-warming maid or a concubine, she has never cared about it.
"What are you trying to do with me?"
Pei Yanzhou's eyebrows were slightly twisted, as if he was feeling dry.
"You are worried that the Crown Princess will come to the palace in the future, and I will give you an identity. If you are worried that there is not enough money, I will ask Butler Wang to give you a long-term marriage. Song Jinyin, what else do you want? You must die in my hands before you can stop?"
He didn't know why he chose to stay last night.
He knew that if he stayed here, Song Jinyin would not be just an ordinary bed-warming maid.
But when he remembered the fright she had received last night and her constant desire to escape from the Duke's Mansion, his steps naturally stopped.
If her status as a maid can't hold her captive, then she can go up a level.
Pei Yanzhou ignored his shame.
He only knew that Song Jinyin could not leave his side even if she died.
"Your Majesty, you think this is what your slave is here for?"
"Then what are you planning?"
Butler Wang carefully withdrew. The bowl of black concoction placed on the table was extremely dazzling.
"Song Jinyin, don't think about anything else. Except for the position of the Crown Princess, you can think of anything."
"What about freedom?"
"Song Jinyin!"
Pei Yanzhou finally got angry, picked up the things on the table and threw them out.
Song Jinyin lowered her eyes, and her eyes were once again blurred by mist.
What is she planning?
Pei Yanzhou would never give her what she wanted.
Such as freedom, or love.
But that was fine, Song Jinyin laughed at herself, so that she would not fall into his lust again and again, sometimes sober and sometimes greedy for the tenderness he had given her.
"This slave is greedy."
Song Jinyin had a blessed body and seemed to be used to his anger.
For Pei Yanzhou, being able to give her a so-called status is already a huge concession.
Wiping her eyes, Song Jinyin looked at the fragments on the ground and laughed softly: "I really have to wait until later to serve you."
After that, she walked a few steps outside and called Butler Wang, her words full of apology: "The bowl was accidentally broken by the servant. Can I trouble Butler Wang to have another bowl fried?"
Butler Wang did not dare to wait for Pei Yanzhou's signal any longer and went to call someone very quickly.
"Song Jinyin, that medicine..."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely be waiting to drink it."
Song Jinyin knelt down and carefully picked up the fragments on the ground. Her calm voice echoed in the room. Her eyes only turned red, and then she fell into silence again.
"Your Majesty, it's time to go back to the house and change clothes. The servants will go over to serve you after finishing cleaning up."
Pei Yanzhou's throat tightened, he looked at her quietly, turned and left the room.
The newly fried medicine was sent by Xueyu.
The little girl didn't know what happened in the house that morning, but she looked happy when she saw Song Jinyin.
"Sister Jinyin, everyone in the courtyard is secretly talking about the prince's stay last night. Let's see who dares to talk about you secretly in the future!"
"Silly girl."
Song Jinyin took the medicine bowl and buried her thoughts again, "You also know that it is secretly. I can't hear what they say or not, and I don't care."
The concoction was still steaming, so Song Jinyin simply put the bowl down, stood up and looked for the hairpin in the box.
"This hairpin was given to me by the old lady. I won't use it, so you better keep it."
"No, no, how can I take my sister's things for no reason!"
"How can it be for no reason? Okay, my hand hurts very much. Come here quickly and don't let me use force."
Song Jinyin held her with one hand and carefully inserted the hairpin into her bun with the other.
But the palm-sized face moved closer to Xueyu.
Her complexion is delicate, and under her thick long eyelashes is a straight and slightly rounded nose. Below that, there are lightly pursed red lips. Her complexion is not as bright as before, but it still exudes an alluring aura.
Xueyu looked lost.
With such a beautiful face, if she were the prince, she would not let others take another look at her.
